Blog Today: VIP CREW Taking a bedpost in her hands she began to slide her pant clad pussy up and down it like a stripper did to a pole she had seen in a movie once. Her hands grasping the post above her head, her twat humped hard against it sliding up and down. Her knees spread wide to accommodate the corner of the bed. Her clitoris straining to be stimulated now pressed hard against the unyielding post. Her mouth also pressed hard against it, as though she were kissing her son. Her straining ass, heaving and humping, as she partially squatted, tore the seat out of her pants exposing her bare buttocks and the thin string of her thong. Nothing stopped her and her moans filled the air. Perspiration formed on her forehead and between her pretty tits. She felt her orgasm build in her womb as she tried to satiate the overwhelming need she felt for her son. Oh god if only there wasnˇ¦t a strong taboo not to touch her son, sheˇ¦d fuck his brains out. Although she didnˇ¦t realize it, with that admission she took one step closer to overcoming her inhibitions. Finally, the inanimate post brought on her pleasure and she fell to the floor withering in ecstasy moaning out her exaltation.
